As soon as the words fell, the little hands were like a red-hot soldering iron, red and clear.

"Ah~"

Ghost babies are in pain.

The ghost mother condensed and covered her whole body in an instant.

This is not the end, the ghost mother condensed on the gang, and suddenly condensed a long strand of black hair.

As soon as the strands appeared, they were wrapped around the outrageous body.

"It's an interior spectacle!"

"Ghost Mother Ninggang! Hell Green Silk! ”

"Hell green silk, extremely sharp, tethered to the soul!"

"That little monk, I'm afraid it's ......"

"Alas~ what a sin."

Just when everyone thought that the innocent little monk in front of him was about to be split in two by Hell Qingsi.

Outrageous and smiled again: "Amitabha~"

"Are you happy?"

Before the words fell, he suddenly stretched out his hand.

The ghost baby's eyes widened, and the pupils of the sesame grains were dilated.

The next moment, the ghost green silk who has always been proud.

"Snort~"

It's like being scorched by fire.

Curl directly from the middle, disconnect.

"Bang~"

Then he stepped out with an outrageous kick.

The ghost baby fell to the ground like a green onion.

The audience was silent.

What a ghost mother, what a green silk.

Nothing.

"Poof~"

One move failed, and the ghost baby spat out a mouthful of blood.

"What just happened?"

"Hell Green Silk...... Broken? ”

"The Holy Son of the Ghost Cult has been arrested?"

"The little monk...... Defeated the Holy Son of the Ghost Cult in one move? ”

"What is he? Could it be that he has been cultivating since his mother's womb? ”

"The master said that the glory of the Killing Temple has long ended, and the future belongs to the Diancang Sect and belongs to you, a big-headed ghost!"

"Killing Temple, it really has a deep heritage."

"I can't afford to mess with it."

"Killing Temple...... What kind of fairy temple the hell?! ”

All the monks couldn't help but wonder: if the Killing Temple had not been closed and the mountain had been closed, what kind of scenery would the southern Xinjiang be like.

The outrageous little monk tilted his head and watched the ghost baby's gaze change from invincible to now fearful obedience.

It is in response to that sentence: how proud you were just now, how humble you are now.

Outrageously silent, but his eyes were full of light.

The empty heart seems to have found the fulfillment that has been lost for a long time.

[It turns out that this is my happiness!] 】

[Femdom is really fun! ] 】

"Senior brother, it's hard work~"

The 'outrageous' little monk is smiling brightly.

He finally found the true source of happiness.

The corners of Lichen's mouth twitched, and even if some people's souls have changed, their temperament is still the same.

The ghost baby fell.

The Ghost Cult instantly became a lot more honest.

As for the Venerable Qingyi, his external realm is naturally stronger than the Holy Son Ghost Infant in terms of strength.

But when it comes to thoughts, it is much deeper than a ghost baby.

A half-grown child in the Killing Temple can kill the Holy Son and the Ghost Baby.

Want to run?

Three Elders, Five First ...... They all cast caring eyes.

Venerable Qingyi, coughed lightly, and didn't dare to make any moves, honestly like a little daughter-in-law.

Behind him, He Cangwu secretly screamed with pleasure.

He had already seen that the Holy Son ghost infant was unhappy.

Now the Killing Temple can give itself a bad breath!

Thank you to Sesshoji Temple~

……

Tao Hongda was stunned.

You fought earlier, and I would have saved myself from being so entangled.

"It's the Ghost Cult, it's all the Ghost Cult that threatens us to do this!"

At the moment, 1510, the Black Wind Castle was forced to be coerced, and all the things he did were poked out.

provoked a burst of scolding from the monks.

From this day on, I am afraid that the prestige of the Ghost Cult will plummet.

This is also the true purpose of leaving the dust.

One mountain does not tolerate two tigers.

Southern Xinjiang only needs to have a killing temple.

……

"The Ghost Cult is a cancer!"

"Chase away the Ghost Cult!"

"There is also a blue sky in southern Xinjiang!"

……

In the midst of the crusade, the ghost baby suddenly snorted coldly: "Killing the Buddha is really unusual. ”

At this time, when he spoke, he didn't smile.

Inevitably, there is some yin and yang weirdness.

He had a pair of eyes, with only a little pupil, and swept over the crowd, all of them were cold.

"What are you wall grass?"

"Isn't it for the heavenly auspiciousness of the Killing Temple?"

His words were angry, but he also really shifted everyone's attention to the killing red lotus.

For a while, the voice of discussion in the martial arts arena suddenly decreased a lot.

Sure enough, what the ghost baby said was poking at their hearts.

That's when it happened.

Bang~

Suddenly, a loud bang was heard.

Everyone was shocked.

I saw that on the guest seat, there was a smiling scholar who had been cranking a folding fan in his hand, smiling, and not saying a word......

Exploded!

The body is torn apart and flies everywhere.

Even the disciples of the Kaishan Mansion who were sitting next to him were all blurred by the explosion.

The martial arts arena was in a mess.

On the high platform, the face of the silent Zen master turned cold: "Yanshi Palace?!" ”

"Substitute for the dead puppet?!"

"Then the mountain forbidden land ......"

But it was the lonely Zen master who smiled and said, "Senior brother, don't worry. ”

"The back mountain has its own arrangements."

……

All the monks in the martial arts arena chuckled in their hearts: "Yanshi Palace doesn't talk about martial arts, but it is the first to ascend!" ”

"My Blazing Red Lotus!"

"Fart, it's obviously Danxin Red Lotus!"

The scene was chaotic for a moment.

The temptation of genius is immense.

As soon as the words fell, several people rose into the air.

Want to get a piece of the pie.

Make move!

but he saw that the stick followed.

Bang bang bang~

All of them will be on the ground.

The lonely Zen master sneered: "The rabble. ”

"Burst!"

"Killing Blood Floating Slaughter Array!"

Boom~

Brightly and secretly, countless bald heads jumped out at once.

The shadow of the monk was dense, and when the heroes saw it, their hearts were half cold.

This group of bald asses is so yin.

It's just that no one found out that there was one person missing from the martial arts arena.

……

Killing Temple, the forbidden land of the back mountain.

In the hidden place around the corner, a thin figure, like a ghost, turned over several mechanism formations, as if entering a no-man's land.

This person is none other than Hou Chunfeng, a smiling scholar from Yanshi Palace.

Yanshi Palace is famous for manipulating dolls.

Their dolls are often covered with flesh and blood of the living.

From the appearance, it is impossible to tell whether it is a real person or a doll.

Even if you use the method of Yuan Shen Detective, you can't distinguish the truth from the fake.

It can be said that it is ingenious.

And Hou Chunfeng made up his mind at the beginning and used dolls to replace the eyes and ears of the disabled.

And his true body had already resorted to the method of concealment, following the aroma, and sneaked into the forbidden place behind the Killing Temple.

The forbidden place of killing in the Killing Temple was originally full of organs and unpredictable formations.

However, because of the previous Red Lotus karmic fire, many magic circles were consumed.

He just found a loophole.

Hou Chunfeng chuckled in his heart: Killing Temple, it is really strong on the outside.

Two hundred years ago, the demon gate that terrified the world was no longer good after all.

I walked all the way along the forbidden passage, and soon came to the area around the blood pool.

The road is unimpeded, like entering a no-man's land.

In the pool of blood, a scarlet blooming lotus flower, Tufang Narui.

The lotus flower is surrounded by a layer of red light, and the billowing fragrance condenses into substance.

Drilling straight into the body, it makes people feel that up and down the body, 108,000 pores are not enough.

This fragrance alone is far superior to the Spirit Gathering Array of Yanshi Palace.

He couldn't help but secretly say in his heart: The Killing Temple is really good.

But now it's mine!

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